Since I can't keep Amy from work for a week we stop by the bakery so she can update all the restaurants specials and get them in the computer, the website and the facebook page. I swear this place wouldn't run without her.
I saw a great idea while i was perusing the magazines there for Forbidden Rice Pasta. It was solid black soba noodles made with the black rice. I am very curious about trying this when I get home.
With work all finished up we headed off for a great adventure on the Gator Ranch!! That's right, the Alligators we had discussed earlier were about to get up close and personal with this guy!
On the way out we passed a placed called the MissAbama, its by the same people as the FlorAbama, but not near as cool. It is named as such because it is on the state line of both states, but the Flor is the original shack/bar. This place is well a box warehouse type structure that looks like it is ripe with stabbings.
The gator ranch was everything to be expected, a nice Cajun lady telling us about the ranch while we held and pet a baby gator named lil bit. We walked around for a bit checking out the gators of all sizes, while navigating a very rickety walkway that i swear was a strong breeze away from falling down into the gator infested waters.
Our main reason for the gator ranch was the famous air boat rides, a lanky Cajun man with a big air boat a big chaw in, was our captain for the day. The lady next to us was an elderly grandmother,from i assume yankee territory, who was freaking out the whole time about how unsafe we were and how gators could crawl up the dock and grab us at any point in time. I chose that point to mention the worlds largest gator was captured alive last month, it was 2000 pounds and 30 feet long. She was not having any of me.
*Side note, I have seen that movie, it never ends well.*
Amy sealed our fate with this claim, "Oh we are sitting in front, no matter what." Our captains first words, "Y'all sit up front, you gettin wet. Two is splashed, any more is gettin a bath." But we made our claim and we stuck to it. We hopped up front and we went flying down the river. Our guide was doing 360's, taking turns sharp and fast, skipping on the water and flying through the brush. He told us about Katrina and how all the gators, being fresh water creatures, crawled up on the highway to get out of the salt water and were getting chased off one side of the road only to climb right back up the other side. After a great river tour, classic information, a bit of gator trivia, and a nice complete soaking of Mississippi swamp water, we pulled back up to the dock.
It was definitely shower time. After some more lounging outside, and a bit more Awkward, we headed out to Scrantons for dinner and the Jazz Club for entertainment. They were running a great special that night; grilled sirloin steak with an herb butter and sauteed spinach and mushrooms on top, grilled asparagus, and aged cheddar mac and cheese. It was a great way to start the evening.
Our next destination was the classiest place in the goula, just down the street from Scrantons is the Jazz Club. Quite a misnomer because there is no jazz, its very much not a club, and they drink out of mason jars, unless you prove you can't handle that and you get plastic. Amy, being a regular looked at the bartender, "Hey, I am a regular here, and I want my drink in a glass. And until i take one home or break this, I will be getting my drink in a respectable glass." That was the classiest thing that happened the rest of the night.
Amy loaded up the jukebox with a laundry list of great songs while we played darts with her friend Zoe, Zoes boyfriend, and JD. After all of the smack talk and bragging were over, its was on to a real mans game.... Shuffle Board. I teamed up with some rando playing against JD and Miss Amy. The game seemed to be running away from us, but that was the plan all along. Lure them into a false sense of security then BAM, it was rally time. Game set and match, Stewart and Rando.
With more sass talk and more attitude came more drinks and more dancing. I have a video of amy and her friend trying to dance to the same song, but one was doing the real dance, and one was doing the real dance. And let me tell you, never the two did meet. This is basically some girl dancing at amy for 18 seconds while she just looks flustered and screaming "You are doing it all wrong!" Don't mess with that girls dancing.
Monday is done and I leave Wednesday. Tuesday is down day plus laundry, i hate laundry.
Stewart
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